Knowingthinker

There once sat a little girl with a cheap red balloon given to her by a street vender.
She always sat high upon the ledge of a very tall brick apartment building.
Since her dark red balloon wasn’t tied at the opening, she would blow it up and let it deflate over and over again.
Which amused her to no end.
High up on an apartment building, sitting on a windowsill, puffing on the dark red balloon.
Do you think that she is afraid of heights?
Is it because you are afraid of heights?
The wind blows her curly red rendered hair and cools her face.
Happy little girl sitting on a high up ledge on a tall tall building puffing on the dark red balloon.
She isn’t afraid because it’s her home.
She sits in her place all the time, minding her own.
The other people passing by don’t talk to her.
Others wonder who she belongs to.
She watches them walking by her ignoring the questioning glances.
She looks down upon them up on her ledge with legs dangling from the tallest window.
As if to judge them on looks alone.
She isn’t afraid because this is her home.
She isn’t afraid because this is her home.
Where all the people leave her alone.